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    “Is Norton heading out?” Yvonne asked, puzzled. It waste—toote for errands. A familiar sense of unease stirred in her chest. Was Norton going to see Shelly again?


    The driver held up a folder. “No. Mr. Burke left some documents in the car. I just came to return them.”


    Yvonne nodded. “I see. Thank you.”


    The driver smiled politely. “My pleasure. By the way, did you get home early today, Mrs. Burke?”


    “Huh?” Yvonne gave him a puzzled look.


    “Mr. Burke left work early this afternoon to pick you up at your office,” the driver exined. “He waited outside for quite a while. Thought I saw you leaving with someone, but he said it wasn’t you. Maybe you two just missed each other?” He shed her a smile.


    Yvonne’s eyes widened slightly. She understood now—this was his way of gently letting her know. She smiled gratefully at him and waved him upstairs to deliver the documents.


    After the driver left, Yvonne sat still for a moment, the pieces clicking together in her mind. So Norton had seen her. That exined the tension and his sudden retreat upstairs.


    Could it be… he was jealous?


    Her cheeks grew warm at the thought. She fanned her face, trying to calm the sudden rush of flustered energy.


    She took a deep breath to steady herself.


    Norton was jealous. Then maybe… maybe it wasn’t toote to fix this.


    Rising to her feet, Yvonne made her way to the kitchen.


    Z was simmering a pot of soup when she entered. Seeing Yvonne, she turned quickly. “Can I help you with something?”


    “I’m just going to make a fruit te,” Yvonne said cheerfully.


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    Yvonne opened the fridge and took out some fruit.


    Z stepped aside but remained nearby. “Shall I prepare it for you?”


    Yvonne shook her head. “No, I want to do it myself.”


    If Norton really was jealous, she wanted to show him she cared. This had toe from her.


    Carefully, she cut each strawberry in half.


    She shaped the fruits with delicate precision, carving hearts from the watermelon and arranging everything into arge, heart-shaped pattern on the te. When she was done, she admired her creation—a soft smile spreading across her face.


    “Z,e look!” she called.


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